How doth the little busy bee...

[replicatedcourage]

Who: Psiioniic and Dark Link Sola
Location: Roof of Larmline apartments
Time: Backdated to the afternoon of the 20th, after this
Style: Prose plz
Status: Closed

Psiioniic's bee keeping operation, Sola was surprised to find, was at the top of the very building where he lived. That certainly made travel much easier, at least. The Hylian climbed the stairs and went out onto the roof, warily watching for any stray bees that might decide his backside was a perfect place to rest a stinger or two. His experience with the insects was very limited. Actually, come to think of it, he had no experience with them at all himself, but he remembered his original's. Link had a love-hate relationship with bees, wherein he loved their larvae for fishing and the honey for eating but hated the bees themselves for the pain they inflicted. Sola, however, was determined to create his own memories, and that started with building a relationship with... bees.

He guessed.

And if anything maybe he could come out of this with some nice honey for his bottle. He looked around the roof, seeing if his friend was present.

"Psiioniic? Are you here?"

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[p2iioniicii2t]

"They are not dangerouth. You become accuthtomed to them," he murmurs in response, holding his hand closer to his face to watch a particularly weighty worker wander its way across his fingertips before launching into flight.

"What ith important here ith to leave ath little impact ath you can."

A hum of red and blue surround the bottle and he pulls it from the boy's hands to settle beneath the floating combs. One gesture, and the wax chambers along a strip of the comb are all uncapped, honey slowly dripping downwards.

"It ith eathier to make honey than wax, tho they will refill the emptied comb fathter if it ith undamaged."

[replicatedcourage]

"Ah! Be careful!" Sola jumps a bit as Psii takes the bottle, slightly distressed at the lack of warning. It's his most prized possession and he hasn't let it out of his sight since Zelda gave it to him earlier.

"Wait... they make the wax, too?" He creeps a bit closer, standing to be protective of his bottle, but also because the lack of the bees swarming at him has made him a little bolder and he wants a closer look at the fat little striped insects.

"Up close they're kind of cute."

[p2iioniicii2t]

The psionic takes extra care when he realizes that he alarms the young man. He nods in acknowledgement, holding out a hand closer to Sola where one of the bees wandered along his fingers.

"Yeth, it ith a more difficult proceth for them to do," he murmurs softly. "They convert the thugarth of honey within their bodieth to create wax."

[replicatedcourage]

The young Hylian goes almost crosseyed face to face with the bee plodding its way across Psii's finger. Up close they aren't scary at all, just kind of fat and fuzzy and the way their little antennae moved is even sort of endearing.

"They can make so many things! It's pretty amazing. I'm kind of sad for all the ones I- I mean, Link bothered over the years."

[p2iioniicii2t]

"They are talented," he agrees. The honey from the uncapped comb is pooling in the bottle, slowing now that most of it had filled up. His expression is very soft, particularly gentle. He has a strange wealth of affection for the insects, and it always brings him joy when someone else can come to at least appreciate them.

"What otherth have done ith not tho important. What you do will be."

[replicatedcourage]

"Well I don't really want to hurt anyone. Not unless they hurt me or Zelda or my friends first." He shifts a little, watching the last drips of honey slowly seep down into the bottle. "People keep getting mad at me for no reason, though. I don't get it, just because I don't understand a few things.."

You know, like personal property, others need for privacy, or manners in general.

[p2iioniicii2t]

"You are young yet," the Helmsman encourages gently. When the honey finishes, he carefully floats the comb back where it belongs and the bottle to the young man's hands. "There ith much to learn. Tho long ath you apologithe for any errorth, few will ever hold it againtht you."

[replicatedcourage]

"You think? 'Cause Shizuo still keeps looking at me like I'm gonna hurt everyone." He takes the bottle and looks at it pensively, staring at his reflection in the gooey amber. "I'm not actually even supposed to be alive, really... Link killed me, but somehow I woke up here anyway. I don't mean I want to go die or anything; that was really scary and I don't want to face nothingness like that again, but I can't help feeling that maybe I just keep messing things up because I don't belong in the world anymore..."

He lets out a heavy sigh, somehow seeming his physical age for the moment. "Everyone keeps talking about escaping and getting back to their worlds but what if Vatheon is the only thing keeping me alive? I already have to touch the coral more than everyone else. I want to see Hyrule, I really really do, but..."

He looks up at Psiioniic, ears drooping slightly and the hands holding the jar of honey trembling slightly. "I don't want to die, but I don't want to be left here alone."